Christmassy George

Today’s post is about one of the most popular monuments in the Green Lawn Cemetery of Columbus, Ohio. It’s not one of my favorites, but it’s been coming up an awful lot for the last couple weeks, so I thought I’d post about him. Let me open ‘er out by quoting an AP article featured in the Columbus Dispatch in December. (Original/complete article can be seen here: http://www.dispatch.com/live/content/local_news/stories/2009/12/23/george.ART_ART_12-23-09_B1_UDG3A4V.html?sid=101)

As a light snow fell yesterday at Green Lawn Cemetery, someone made sure 5-year-old George Blount was dressed warmly. George, who was decked out in a Santa hat and plaid scarf, has been a fixture at Green Lawn since 1873. For years, visitors have decorated his grave site, which is marked by a life-size stone statue of a young boy. No one who works at Green Lawn knows who decorates the grave. Sandi Latimer, volunteer coordinator at the cemetery, said George’s grave is near the back, making it easy for decorators to slip in unnoticed. . . . Latimer affectionately refers to him as “Georgie” and says his grave is a frequently requested stop when she conducts tours of the cemetery. . . . Linda Burkey, the cemetery’s general manager for 13 years, said that as long as she has been there, George’s grave has been decorated. “Out of all the other graves, his is the most decorated,” Latimer said as she removed the hat and scarf. She said she has to remove the items because they can hold in moisture and harm the statue. Yesterday, stuffed animals lined the base of the marker. Water guns, action figures and Hot Wheels cars were scattered around, as well. A fresh candy cane rested in his lap. “I’ve found all kinds of things: Mardi Gras beads, baseball caps — even sunglasses on him in the summertime,” Latimer said. Gary Best, a German Village resident, was there yesterday, walking his dogs, Gabriel and Wheezer. “I think it’s interesting that, after all these years, people still put stuff out there,” he said. “It’s a sad story, and I guess people are just fascinated with that.” Latimer added: “Almost every cemetery has something that plays on the heartstrings of the public. And here, it’s little Georgie.”

 Now, “Georgie” hasn’t been of a lot of interest to your local Headstoners here, for whatever reason. He is buried in a part of Green Lawn we don’t traverse much. The first time we came across him, we didn’t know there was any kind of a story about him. I just remember exclaiming because the statue held an A&W root beer can. The picture on the right here of George with the flowers is one of my favorites, though. This I find tasteful and even pleasant. (I have a long rant at the bottom about people leaving junky stuff on this grave; if you’re likely to be offended by that, please skip over that part and have a great day!) As just a quick side note, I would point out that the Headstoners are not aware of any ghost stories or hauntings in association with this grave stone.

George in the Springtime

 Now, the story of George goes back 137 years–as of this Sunday, actually.

“Little Georgie,” as some refer to him, was the only child of Eli and Sarah Blount. Eli was the owner and proprietor of the American Hotel in downtown Columbus. On 7 February 1873, the family was getting ready to go out and little George, only 5 years old, decided that the fastest way to get downstairs was to slide down the bannister. Sadly, the railing broke and George fell; he died eight days later,

 writes Amy Crow of Amy’s Genealogy, etc., blog. She adds, in a nice touch, I think,  ”People regularly leave toys at his grave. . . . It’s almost as if he’s been adopted by countless people in central Ohio.”

"Our Georgie"

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So back in January when I was working on our exposé on the Hatchetman Murders, I discovered to my chagrin that I had never taken pictures of the tombstone of Henry Hellman, old Andy’s son. Recently, we went back there and did that, and I thought, well, hey, might as well put something together that reviews the cemetery itself in official Headstoner style. So I’m back on it.

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As I described in my final Hatchetman post, “Harrod Cemetery is of a decent size, was established in 1898, though it has graves dating from before then, and is still in use. Some graves go back into the trees, but I don’t recommend poking around because the cemetery is fiercely bordered by poison ivy. It is well-maintained . . . Common last names include the eponymous ‘Harrod,’ as well as ‘Abel’ and ‘Oder.’ There is only one road through the cemetery, with two exits (or entrances, or one exit and one entrance), and the side closest to the twp. road is where the more modern burials are/continue to take place.”

It is one of the early Headstoner cemeteries, to be sure, and a lot of our research on the Andrew Hellman case influenced us in the founding of this website and our Headstoning cause of, well, you know, Headstoning (vb. To go from cemetery to cemetery to look at headstones). We go there a lot, frequently to kill time, or just as often to eat pickanick style. So I got to thinking that Herrod deserves a more thorough writeup of its own merits apart from the presence of the urban legendary Andrew “Hatchetman” Hellman.
log-har-Jun202009-HenryBut before we move away from the Hellmans entirely, I would like to dedicate a moment to dear Henry, dear Henry. Henry Hellman is one of my favorite dead guys. My surprise that I had previously never taken a picture of his tombstone before was partially fueled by the fact that it’s one of the neatest. His name (there’s a closeup in the gallery at the end) is all cool and wavy.

Just to recap the story briefly, Henry managed to escape the fate of his brother and sister (if, indeed, they were poisoned; Andrew repeatedly denied that he had murdered his children, but Henry himself asserted that poison was involved in his siblings’ deaths). The day his father killed his mother, Mrs. Hellman had sent him to her brother’s house (one of the Abels in the area), and this was how he avoided that fate as well. Check out my other posts on the Hellmans if you want more of the story. There’s a really fascinating anecdote about the young Henry (age 12, as I recall) being brought to the jail to see his father. Just because I don’t want to do the whole thing a third time, I’ll sum up with Henry living a good, full life, having married and had a daughter. On to the rest of the cemetery!
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View from the top of Amanda Twp. Cemetery

View from the top of Amanda Twp. Cemetery

Okay, so I didn’t quite make it back in to finish my family history within a week, but it’s kind of close! Is having to cover school board meetings a legitimate excuse? Didn’t think so. Darn. But, never fear, I am back now to finish this (despite more school board meetings even).

Amanda, Fairfield, Ohio:

The majority of my relatives who are not buried in Green Lawn are out in the little town of Amanda (not Bethlehem). Honestly, Amanda’s a creepy little town (sorry to the people from there I’ve just offended). The first time Megan and I ventured there, I didn’t have good enough directions, so we drove north for a while and I figured we were way out of the way, so we drove back south and actually went through the town. We only saw a couple people the entire time we drove through and everything was just rundown but too put in place, if that makes sense. It was kind of a perfect, rundown town – to use an oxymoron. As it turned out, like usual, if we had just got about a quarter of a mile further north we would have found the cemetery.

Like I said in the last post, I was never fully aware that so many generations of my family were from Ohio. Since I grew up in a military family, we lived all around the country and only a handful of the closer relatives were from Ohio in my mind. Now I’ve realized that while I have yet to find any of my forbearers were officially founders of anywhere, they were pretty much some of the first people in Ohio. (look up those dates)

That being said, I have at least four generations of grandparents buried in the Amanda Township Cemetery.

The most recent is Paul Daniel Cook, my great-grandfather. 

Paul Daniel Cook (Jan. 14, 1915-Dec. 22, 1995)

Paul Daniel Cook (Jan. 14, 1915-Dec. 22, 1995)

As you can see from his stone, he served in World War II, which is something I was unaware of until I found it, despite the fact that I actually knew this relative. The few times we visited Ohio when I was a child, I loved going to their house (my great-grandmother Myrtle is still alive and turns 94 next week). They loved gardening, so we always had a lot of good food when we visited, plus they had a piano and that cool Noah’s ark toy. I’d bang on the piano until they were annoyed and then move on to the toy. It was fun, good times. I remember just as clearly the phone call on Dec. 22, 1995, telling us that he had passed away. Thankfully we had just visited Ohio that summer, so we got to see him before he died.

Myrtle (Reed)(Jul. 14, 1892-Feb. 24, 1953) & Ray Milton Cook (Oct. 17, 1887-Sep. 22, 1966)

Myrtle (Reed)(Jul. 14, 1892-Feb. 24, 1953) & Ray Milton Cook (Oct. 17, 1887-Sep. 22, 1966)

Also there are his parents, Ray Milton and Myrtle Cook. Though he died long before I was born, he’s one of the relatives on my tree that stands out the most. Possibly because my favorite poet ever is John Milton, possibly because he is in the line of actual Cooks, possibly just because my grandfather has actually told stories about him.

Ray’s parents are also buried in the cemetery, as well as a brother and sister of his. Daniel and Eliza (Clark) Cook have one of the larger stones I’ve seen in my family. Footstones next to this grave indicate that Walter and Lucy (two of their other children) are also buried here.

Eliza (Jul. 16, 1860-May 5, 1924) and Daniel (Mar. 1856-Oct. 23, 1901) Cook

Eliza (Jul. 16, 1860-May 5, 1924) and Daniel (Mar. 1856-Oct. 23, 1901) Cook

 

The highest tier of relatives I know about in Amanda are the Clarks (Eliza’s parents). Lewis and Diana (Crosley) Clark had nothing to do with the famous Lewis and Clark, but are still pretty cool. Once I traced my line there, it kind of took off. Several Clarks before Eliza were quite a big deal, namely in the sailing industry.

Lewis (May 14, 1829-May 30, 1908 ) and Diana (June 10, 1842-Nov. 16, 1907) Clark

Lewis (May 14, 1829-May 30, 1908 ) and Diana (June 10, 1842-Nov. 16, 1907) Clark

Other Ohio burials:

Glen Layton was my great-grandfather, another relative who died long before I was born. However, his wife, known in the family as Nan, is still alive and kicking and will turn 93 this year. She was probably my closest relative, since she moved in with my family in 1988 when I was 3 and we lived in Colorado. She moved with us to Georgia and finally on to California before finally moving back to Ohio in 1994 to live on her own. Despite the fact that she was also very alert and healthy for her age, in the last couple of years she has succumb to her age and for practical purposes no longer knows who I am. Still, the point being her husband, even though I didn’t ever meet him, I’ve heard tons of stories about “Caps” (what my Dad and his brothers call him). He was pretty strict but not a bad guy. He died Dec. 4, 1974, of a brain aneurysm in a Bob Evans (I don’t ask about the facts I know, okay?). Sadly I don’t have a picture of his headstone because I haven’t made it out to Forest Lawn Memorial Garden in Columbus yet. When I do (which I’m planning to as soon as weather allows) I’ll be sure to post!

Other relatives I know are in Ohio but I’ve never visited are up in Chili in Coshocton County. I don’t really remember who they are, but someday I’ll plan a visit and post about them! Well, I hope you enjoyed this somewhat random trip down some of my family’s tombstones. Hopefully maybe it will inspire you to find some of your own or think a little more about the stories behind the people remembered in cemeteries.

Even though I was born and spent a lot of time in California, I can’t deny that Ohio is the very firm foundation of my roots. I had never realized quite how deeply those roots went until I started doing genealogy and getting interested in cemeteries. Thus, this post was born — a combination of a cemetery addiction and my love of uncovering my past.

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The Sophas--my maternal great-grandparents

The Sophas--my maternal great-grandparents

For as long as I can remember, I only knew where two family members were buried. Okay, I take that back, it’s three–the Sophas. Arthur, Julia, and Robert Sopha, my grandparents and great-uncle, respectively. At least a couple times a year my maternal grandmother would go visit her parents to clean up their graves and at least once we happened to be back in Ohio visiting ,so I got to go. I didn’t really know who they were, but it was something cool we got to do. They’re buried in section 96 of Green Lawn in Columbus. She was a housewife who died in 1968; her husband followed in 1976. Obviously given that I was born in 1985, you can figure out whether I ever met them. They were Germans, with Arthur immigrating in the early 1920s with his parents. I haven’t found out yet when she came over, but she did sometime before 1925 considering that’s when they married. Their headstones are actually under that bush in the picture… I guess my grandmother doesn’t get out there as much anymore.

The open space where Robert is buried

The open space where Robert is buried

Someday if I ever manage to become rich, I’d like to buy a headstone for Robert. He died when he was only 8 months old of cholera, my grandmother’s brother (Julie and Arthur’s firstborn). I remember that there used to be a tree there (and believe it was even there the first time Megan and I visited), but it has since been taken away so now the heastone next to him is the only way I know to find him. I remember visiting here with my grandmother as well. It’s a real shame that he’s unmarked.
Now that I’ve rambled about them for a while, I’ll move on to other people also in Green Lawn that I much more recently learned about. I swear this eventually moves away from there. While we’re discussing Sophas, I suppose I’ll go to Otto and Elsa–Arthur’s parents. They are buried not too far from their son and daughter-in-law and even closer to Robert. They were also really from Germany and came over with Arthur in the 1920s. He was also here earlier, but I don’t know the story behind that. So yes, that is all the Sophas in Green Lawn :) Actually, I think there might be a brother in there, but I’m not sure.
Otto Sopha

Otto Sopha

Elsa Sopha

Elsa Sopha

3rd great-grandmother

3rd great-grandmother

I also discovered that I have several relatives from my dad’s side of the family are buried in Green Lawn as well. They’re all from my father’s, father’s, mother’s side of the family. I don’t know as much about them, except that my 3rd great-grandmother died 59 years ago yesterday getting hit by a taxi, ironically a stone’s throw from Green Lawn. It was a really wintery January night and I believe she was walking home from a church activity. She’s buried next to her husband, Philip, who died in 1947 and has an identical headstone. She was from Ohio, but he immigrated from Germany in 1882. Who has a lot of German in her? Oh yeah. This is also the cool/weird marriage in the family where her maiden name and her married name were the same.

Martha Magdaline Leiendecker

Martha Magdaline Leiendecker

Their daughter is buried on the other side of Green Lawn, the mother of my still-living great-grandmother. Martha actually died in childbirth, I believe of her ninth child. I obviously never knew her, but imagine she was kind of strict from the general impression I’ve gotten of my great-grandmother’s life growing up. Also buried here with her is her son, Edward Richard Hauck, who died at the age of 10. I was going to say I didn’t know what of, but it was trench mouth. Genealogy makes you realize how young so many people died years ago, but that is an aside.

Near to the Haucks are my Wetzel relatives, who are my great-grandmother’s father’s side.

Albert Hauck, 2nd great-grandfather

Albert Hauck, 2nd great-grandfather

Amelia Wetzel Hauck (remarried and became Yeager), 3rd great-grandmother

Amelia Wetzel Hauck (remarried and became Yeager), 3rd great-grandmother

Frederick and Margaretha Iftner Wetzel, 4th great-grandparents from Germany

Frederick and Margaretha Iftner Wetzel, 4th great-grandparents from Germany

I had every intention of including my relatives from Amanda, Ohio, in this post, but it’s well past my bedtime and I think it’s better at this point to just get something posted. Mostly with this I wanted to show the more personal side of cemetery hunting. It means even more knowing the story behind the name on the stone, but makes it interesting wondering about the history of the other stones. Sometimes they give hints, but most of the time an entire life is reduced into a name and two dates.

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